Seth

It was happening, but I never in a million years imagined that it would go down like this. The timing was perfect because Grant had moved into their apartment, and her birth control pills wouldn't work. She was almost at her most fertile period, but I didn't care because, judging by her reaction, she was as turned on by the idea as I was. I rubbed my beard and glanced at my watch.

7:57 pm .

She wasn't the type to chicken out and hadn't messaged to cancel our ‘appointment’. I got little work done at home, so I went into the office for a while, but that didn't distract me for long. It did give me peace of mind that Saul was doing an excellent job in my absence.

I heard the door mechanism disengage before it opened up. Her heels clicked on the floor, and I held myself back from going to her. When she entered the living room, she paused and looked me up and down.

“It’s not often I get handsome clients,” she said as she walked towards me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr Winthorpe.”

I glanced at the hand she held for me before I shook it.

“Likewise,” I murmured as I held her hand.

She wore a short black dress with red, high-heeled stilettos. A red clutch bag accompanied her outfit, and a black shawl covered her torso. She placed her bag and shawl on the coffee table beside us before tugging at the tie at her waist.

The little black dress fell to the ground just like my mouth. Her bra was fucking scandalous because most of her breasts were bare. It didn't cover her nipples at all. All it did was support the lower half of her breasts. It was a see-through mesh with tiny red flowers on it. The straps were black, and her knickers had a similar design.

“Where is the rest of your bra?” I asked casually, but I couldn't take my eyes off her pink nipples.

“A faulty design, but since I wasn't able to provide you with any proof of nipple this morning, I felt this was appropriate,” she said in a sultry voice.

She lifted a hand to her hair and pulled a little stick out of it. Her hair tumbled down, and she placed the stick on the coffee table. I reached out and gripped her nipples.

“They are better than I could have imagined,” I said as I gently tugged on her nipples.

Her smoky dark makeup made her blue eyes look several shades brighter.

“Get on your knees and get to work. The clock is ticking, and I’m paying for every second,” I said, releasing her nipples.

“Yes, sir,” she said as she slid to the ground.

When she began to unbuckle my belt, I got the image of using it on her ass, and I almost groaned. She made quick work of unfastening my trousers. I took my jacket off and tugged my tie off. My trousers dropped to the floor, and she pulled my boxers down.

Once my cock and balls were out, she didn't hesitate to grip my hard cock and begin to lick me. She kept her eyes on me as she swirled her tongue around the tip of my dick. After weeks of celibacy, it felt damn good to have someone else touch my dick for me.

Within a few seconds, her eyes lit up, and she began to suck me into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed out as she moved her lips up and down. My cock jerked, but she gripped it tighter and moaned around my dick. I pulled my shirt away from her face. I wanted to watch my amazing, hard-working wife.

The sensation of her tongue and lips working my cock was too much, but I was far too gone to stop it. I closed my eyes as she swallowed me down deeper. This was the benefit of being married for so long. She knew what I loved. I needed to cum, and I would make it up to her. First, I needed to get rid of the shirt that was in the way, so I ripped it open and shucked it off.

“I think a good experienced whore like you would know how to deep throat,” I said before I held the back of her head and nape.

She knew what was coming because she shuffled on her knees a little before she tilted her head back. I smiled at her and began to push downwards.

“That’s it, take it all,” I said when I felt her swallow around my cock.

When I was embedded in her neck, I began to fuck her open mouth. I took several deep breaths, trying to pace myself, but her slippery wet throat was too damn good. When her fingers worked their way to my hip, she held them and began to push me into her deeper. A shiver ran through me, knowing she wanted me to use her.

My eyes snapped open when she reached for my balls. My girl wasn't gentle, and I upped the antics.

“Aren't you lucky to be fed and paid, Kat,” I said before I began to thrust myself in and out of her neck at a vicious pace.

I could feel her spit spraying out of her mouth and dribbling down her chin. Without warning, I sank my entire length down her neck before I came down her neck. The intense pleasure took my ability to breathe for a few seconds. I groaned as more cum sprayed inside her. I glanced into my wife’s blue eyes to see the satisfied look in her eyes.

She would never get her divorce because now I fully understand the madness of my obsession. If she still insisted, then I would organise a severe backup plan. I would kidnap her and traffic her out of the country to some remote part of the world where it would just be us and our children.

Fuck the company .